Dominating Dogs!

Three things on today's agenda! First the results of the pet poll! Fourteen people voted.

Dogs, Duh!	8 (57%)
Cats, all the way	4 (28%)
Rodents=Awesomeness!	2 (14%)
Reptiles and Amphibians, for sure	3 (21%)
Fish, they're so cool!	2 (14%)
Other (please specify in comment)	5 (35%)

The dogs have won! Congrats, you bone-chomping, drooly-kissing, absolutely loyal animals! My dog is very happy at the moment ;)

Now, as promised, the story I wrote! Hopefully it's not too lame. Not a true story (of course) but it came from an experience I had of letting my dog in the back yard and slamming into the screen door. Ah, good times. Good times.

This morning, I gave our elephant-sized dog, Tidbit, a bath. He ignored my two brothers squawking in his ear and rubber ducks surrounding him (courtesy of my four-year-old brother Mike). I looked down to see that his shampoo was empty! After scanning the bathroom for something to use to make Tidbit smell tolerable, I grabbed one of the shampoo bottles off our shelf.

“Silky Smooth Hair!” the words screamed.

It sounded good enough, so I lathered some onto Tidbit’s white fur. I left to get a towel to dry him. When I came back, I heard a queer noise.

“Hic!”

I rushed to the bathroom. Tidbit’s expression was peculiar.

“Hic!” Bubbles streamed from his mouth.

“I give Tidbit treat!” Mike giggled.

What?! I looked around frantically for his “treat”. Soon I spotted an empty soap dish. Oh no! Tidbit had eaten a whole bar of soap! Yes siree, he was now a living, breathing bubble machine. I tried to navigate through the bubbles and, Splash!

I was suddenly in the water with Tidbit.

“Hic!” he sympathized.

I sputtered and reached up to heave myself out of the water. Swish! The shower came on! My helpful brothers were on the floor laughing like hyenas. I extracted the rubber duck that had nested in my hair. Tidbit decided that he was done with drama for the day, so he leaped out of the bathtub. I attempted to pull off my favorite football player’s Terrific Tackle, but Tidbit was bigger than your average run-of-the-mill quarterback. I latched onto Tidbit’s back, but he was strong.

“AIEEEEEE!” I was now living my dream of being a rodeo cowgirl, and my brothers were the rodeo clowns.

Tidbit thundered straight for the kitchen. Seeing the heavenly sight of our refrigerator, he stopped, hurling me over his back to…CRASH!…my mom’s valuable china. While I made sure no bones were broken, Tidbit was eating away. Followed by my brothers, he loped to the living room. I sprinted outside at full speed, and SLAM…ran into the glass door. After I recovered from the slight amnesia and pain from the impact, I opened the door and staggered outside.

We ran around for an hour trying to capture Tidbit. I noticed that he was shedding significantly. Finally, we caught him and rubbed him down.

“Tada!” I exclaimed, pulling the towel off.

To my dismay, I saw that Tidbit was bald! It looked like a blizzard hit my backyard and the “snow” had been dumped into our house from the upstairs bathroom to the backyard.

Well, here I am now raking up the “snow”. My brothers are cleaning-up the food and pieces of porcelain all over my mom’s new laminate floor. My parents informed me that the certain human shampoo I used caused poor Tidbit’s dilemma. Now if you will excuse me, I need to go to my room and finish up knitting sweaters for my humiliated hairless hound. Hopefully, he will not mind that the sleeves are a bit long!

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